“An apology is an insulting, shallow word,” Slade forces out. “I hate that all I have to offer you is a cheap word. Sorry is inadequate.” He shakes his head, his shoulders tense, though I doubt it has anything to do with the spikes that tore from his back. “I failed you so utterly. You should loathe me for it. You should never be expected to forgive me for that. But I’m a selfish piece of shit, because I will try to earn your forgiveness anyway.”
